Keys

Like a mahogany key , rustic yet turned every turn just right to give me a glimpse of something more .

Will you ever be here ? Past the sand pipers and the tree warriors of  Vosmo Line , chants of art meticulous puppetry , hands of thunder in those manic states .  Bronze afire like a spinning wheel from a distant scorch    Inside she was rotten like a mind hollowed from the chords of brute   Cries made the silent shadow men linger menace to the lights , so many lights    After all this and a little clarity , she still paid attention to my wounds , privilege is just a word     Just expel a reach and I shall hang it up in the rafters of moons